An inspired dream I dreamt

In the distance she stood


A visceral beauty from empires unknown


Floating on a cloud of illuminating luminosity


Emanating serenity of the Almighty and Divine


A glorious incandescent everlasting flame of Universal Hope


As she gazed through her beautiful twinkling eyes and held mine


She whispered in soft dulcet tones as the translucent grey smoke swirled


Keep the faith
Your brethren and you


For you earthly souls live for eternity


We await you in the Holy City


Where no-one cries and there is no pain


Enjoy this life
Your earthly reign


Embrace your dreams
Believe in the Powers of the Unseen


Embody your reflection

Make love and compassion your prime worldly companions


A secret I recount to you
A code to enter into our Celestial City


Sharing your inner flame has always been your plight


I am Evermore
A Redeemer of Light


I watch
Collate and reaffirm


I await you
And the brave and always welcome the infirm


Use my inspired words and seek to learn


Evermore
A deity from a Place Unsaid

Where we never die but always sing, loves symphonies and dance


Will you heed her words or go another path instead


She disappeared
Her flames lingered in the Astral Realms for a short while


A symbol of a place where no-one is ever reviled

Tales from the Astral Realms


Of majestic beings sending Inspiration and Light

Deities to heed throughout life's many carousels


As I awoke, I was still under her spell

Evermore
An angel's tale, I just had to tell


Are you too
Willing to embrace her spell


A wonderful embodiment of divinity

To always guide you and be one with the lights


An Angel called Evermore


(C)
Copyright John Duffy

(A friendly voice whispers)

Am I charismatic?  
Engaging, or just completely enigmatic?  

Or am I simply an old traveller from beyond The green hills of Old Avalon  

Stepping into this new age reborn?  

Did my guardian angels weep with joy when I found my new calling?  

Do they quietly hold my soft hands and comfort me

Whenever I feel depressed, in pain, or like I'm falling?  

I don’t have all the answers, for they will be revealed  

When my time comes and I am recalled.  

I'm not just a man of flesh, but an old soul slipping slowly, discovering new kin  

Scattered throughout Old Mother Gaia's mesh.  

Am I just like you?  

Another tiny beacon of divine light, trying to hold back the legions and hordes  

Who endlessly weaves

Reading from their leather-bound grimoires  

Filled with dark spells meant to deceive?  

I'm so glad to meet you.

Can you feel that subtle electricity I'm sending through these words?

For it doesn’t matter what your gender, creed, colour, or ethnicity is;

Just try to write or sing with authenticity

And use whatever means to express your soul's lucidity.  

For we are all different, different in a good way.

When our true selves are revealed to come out to play.  

So here’s to you, wherever you are, in whatever towns or cities.  

As Big Frank once sang in 1969

Keep doing it your way

For not everyone can live a benedictine life

(C) Copyright John Duffy

(A lone voice whispers)

It's early morning as I stand here in our old bedroom

Listening to my old friends the robins, blackbirds, and thrushes

The twitterings, tweeting and chirps of wild birds

That now live in my bushes
Mourning

Mourning
Thinking about my old lover from Peru

Who once helped carry me through

When my busy life was so blue

Five foot five
Deep brown eyes that seduced you and made you come alive

Crow black hair and a bright playful smile as wide as a country mile

Oh, how I thanked the lord that he had blessed me

As we slow danced every night before bed
On our back porch

To Can't Help Falling In Love by the legendary Elvis Presley

And as I stand here
Thinking of her

Picturing her
Beckoning me on to that porch

Dressed in white
Smiling with an air of sensuality

Making our life together dazzle with colour

As that famous guy sang
A legend of the Tupelo family

The lingering thoughts that intensely affects me is this

Taking those for granted you love and especially

Not enjoying each moment spent together could one day be depressingly deadly

I'm just so happy we cherished each moment together

Smiling
Dancing and more importantly

Talking

Before the Lord
Unfairly

Took home
My beloved Jessie

Who I still remember
Whenever I hear

Can't Help Falling In Love by the legendary Elvis Presley

Foundation.

Cherish each moment together with someone you love

As you make your own life's mini-documentary series

For one day, unfortunately, whenever you look for them

All that may be left are deep memories

That could cause pain
No one ever sees

(C)
Copyright John Duffy

Life's First Unspoken Law

(A lone voice whispers)

You do know deep love
Even if it sometimes hurts

From separation from family or friends who have crossed over

And all things left may seem broken or unfinished

It does not rust

Like iron or steel abandoned in one of life's forbidden forests

But forever will bloom and flow like a torrent
Throughout you

Like a soft hurricane filled with golden ethereal dust

For the gift given by your chosen God at your birth

Through its unspoken Life's First Law

Which says in it, you must trust

Life's Unspoken First Law

Love and let yourself be loved from the first day of your birth

And your memory will never be extinguished and left to be vanquished and relinquished

By anyone who knows you
As you live with love and exchange love

Like your God,
Your king
Once wished

Before you were born
Here on Earth


(C) Copyright John Duffy

(A lone voice whispers)


No happiness for me and my best friend
Tony the pony today

For we lost our beloved muse
At 2 pm

One minute she was in full view
Perched on our old Oak tree

Watching us with beady black eyes like a true devotee

Then just like the uptake in poetry

In the 21st Century
By the younger generation

We were old news

She must have flew away to better things, we both thought

As we walked home
Past the village post office

Thinking of our old muse
With the crow like black hair

Lost to us forever

After getting us addicted to reading writing and listening to poetry

Underneath that old Oak tree
Now flying alone

Somewhere
Out there

Looking down below
For a new home

Like it once had
With Tony the pony

And me

(C)
Copyright John Duffy

Foundation.

Is poetry like a bird flying around looking for somewhere new to land, after introducing others to its mysterious pleasures?

But as the newer generations get addicted to gaming platforms, and social media.

Will it eventually find landing, harder and more and more rarer?

Foundation.

With uncertainty flowing like a molten volcano around the world, and online.

Is it within dark times like these, we should try to bring more light into the world?

Title:

A voice in the dark whispers

Lookup
Not down

And be drawn
Into spiritual degradation

Or dark temptations
Linked to politics or the flesh
By the Red Dragon

But to blue clouds
Filled with sacred tetragons

With belief in whatever you know as good, be held
In-Depth

For the son of Cronus and Rhea

Brother of Zeus and Poseidon
Grows ever near

To welcome you into his waterless Barren Lands

Delighting in unimaginable fear

So be
Precipitous

And look up to
Defeat the rolling Abyss
Ruled by Hades

Hidden
Within
Its mists

Espouse goodness
While you still
Live

Like a sweet Valentine's Day kiss

And try to avoid
The Void

Filled with those
Who now pay a hefty
Price

But enter into new lands of Spiritual Paradise

With your selfless acts
Of kindness and self-sacrifice

Will you try to do good?

Or will you follow those who will suffer bitterness, when a star called, Wormwood,
Falls?

(C)
Copyright John Duffy

(A lone voice whispers, crying into a silent night as a white candle burns)

I still miss you like seeing a yellow butterfly in the rain

This new pain may be indescribable, but to me, it's palatable

For without this indescribable pain

In time,
I'm afraid

I'll slowly forget losing you

(C)
Copyright John Duffy

Quite a deep supernatural piece.

Foundation.

Do ghosts lament about life and regrets?

From love, relationships etc, what would you regret if tonight, you woke up on the other side, and had only two minutes to speak?

Unfortunately, taking the two minutes out.

It could be the probable reality for millions, if you believe in a continuation, after this life.
Salute.

Title
Sheol Sorrow

(A lone voice whispers as an old black and white clock, starts ticking)

Now my life's great parties are all over and this Black Hole

I now live within
Ruled over by Father Sin

Which just loves to breathe me in and out

Like the silver flutes once did

When I used to walk by, and watch the marching Bands of Manhattan play

Walking past, wearing purple and blue coats

As the Majorettes twirled their shiny batons

Oh, what I wouldn't give in this loud sound of silence
  
To quieten this pain, that still hurts the most  

Even though, I'm now just another lonely ghost

My cherished memories of you will always be my Immortal Home, as I wait in here, to atone

I used to pray that I'd wake up free, from this asylum

In the warm arms of my beloved, but now lost, Angel

But no matter how hard the memories, or even how painful

I'll keep them as a happy place, filled with all her love and photographs

So, I just wait here

In a hidden place found on no handwritten, or drawn road maps

Somewhere with the ever watchful Great Intermediary

As I flutter my white flag of defeat

In the cold and hot heat of, The Great In-Between

In the wet lands
Beyond the Akashic Records

Lingering by these bright lights, like I was walking on the Moon

Kicking up broken white stones

Singing sad songs for the hordes

Standing in groups in the creepy shadows

Watching me crying like a wounded King

Come Back,
Don't fear, you won't fall

They all chant as the Golden Bell rings

The Crying Game needs feeding

The eleven-inch nails, needed pulling out, to stop the bleeding

Stay with us
The Nameless Things

We, who whisper and sing in the Dark, all around you

But all by myself
I'll try to stay alive
Somehow

They can keep their Poison and Red Wine

Their Civil Wars
Where even gravity falls

Either way,
Here is my lone call

You'll always be my reason
My every time
No matter the seasons

For all my rivers of memories and worn-out roads

My heavy head and weary heart

Always lead me
Riding in paper boats

Back to you
In this mad, mad world

Even though now everything has fallen apart

Completely like us two

Just another pair of Father Times, many heartbroken sweethearts

(Ticking clock stops)

(C)
Copyright John Duffy

(A lone female voice sings at a slow tempo. A lone voice whispers)

Some may say
There is no hope

But if you pay
Angels to dream

Each night
With prayer

For no reason or season
To cope

Look up
To the clouds
And pray

Someday

God will turn around
So you can be found

So the world can change
With just you

One person at a time
So your internal wars can stop

With no more pain
Standing

Crying in the rain
On the firing range

Some may say
Belief in something
Is crazy

For it's sometimes hard to believe

But that's the power of dreams

Believing what you can't see

In the Great In-Between

So put that fear away
Starting today

Life is just a stage
Let love and hope

Write your play
And you'll be ok

And just remember

Some may say
There is no hope

But if you
Pay angels to dream

Each night
With prayer

For no reason or season
To cope

Look up at the clouds
And pray

And someday

There'll be no more pain
Standing

Crying in the rain
On the firing range

For God will turn around
And you'll be found

(C)
Copyright John Duffy

Salvation (from Latin:
aHow
salvatio, from salva, 'safe, saved') is the state of being saved or protected from harm or a dire situation.

In religion and theology, salvation generally refers to the deliverance of the soul from sin and its consequences.

Source:
Wikipedia.

(A lone voice whispers)

Hey you,

Reading this
From way beyond the reach

Of the Great Abyss

I, Thomas, have a question or two

Would you blindly follow me if I lit a red candle

In this final odyssey home

To be rescued
And finally bare your soul

Together with mine
And all you can handle

Before the Sacred Salt Pillar of Ado

Of ***** and Gomorrah
Near the Dead Sea and atone

Would you follow me and that maybe life-changing suggestion

Willingly into this swirling dark

And grasp my coattails within this invocation and rhyme

As we trespass tentatively through all of this life's scary parks

Just you and me

To somewhere only the courageous can ever conceive

As we strip off all the world's detritus

That tries to smother us with all their rock slides

And swim against all societies fast-flowing dividing tides

Will you dare tango and tiptoe past the ever watchful Tall Man and all his worldly Minions

As we circumnavigate the spiritual globe

To truly see the new world grid and reclaim our own freedom

To sit beside our newly created Holy River
To write poetry and sing

To joyously watch through that river's undulating scrying mirror

As the real world slowly disappears

To then walk through a portal which I know will appear

Through all the luscious green grass to finally reach the portcullis gates to the

Eternal City
Of Tartaria

To hear the greatest stories ever told to human ears
In any era

To finally embrace a new realm free from all restrictions

Laws or fears

For although we are but lost souls going eventually to try to conquer She'ol

Would you still just blindly follow me

For you also
Seek Escapism

For you too are a true reader

Past the awakening powers of an immoral old fallen god

A new age world leader
And all its political forces

To walk unashamed together
Hand in hand

To somewhere to renew
Hidden from view

Beyond this world,
Many new pale white horses

(C)
Copyright John Duffy

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Foundation.

Sometimes, marrying or loving someone comes with risks.

Did you, too, once encounter one of the Devil's, Mr. Fisk?

Title:
Evelyn. The Brave.

(A lone voice whispers as he places a beautiful red rose, on a pristine grave)

I still see you
Standing so still

Looking all beautiful in white in that restaurant's background expensive silver mirror, as I asked for your hand in marriage

And can remember how all your family

Particularly, your father and grandfather, cried out the next day

When they finally found out,
We were to be married

Evelyn
Don't you dare marry that rude boy

For if you do
All our family love for you will die

But looking back, as they have all now crossed over and died

I can just say, loving you in the face of such animosity,

was sometimes like walking through, Dante's Divine Comedy

Wearing a red rose on my lapel with pride

And it's why I still love you

The girl dressed in white, who I once asked to be, my beautiful bride.

Who knew her whole life was at risk

But still found the courage to seal our future, with our first wedding kiss

To defeat all the Devil's, incarnated Mr. Fisk

(C) Copyright John Duff

(A lone voice speaks to a crowd of poets)

You do know everyone has their own magical style

Don't you

A style filled with such wild illustrious promises and kaleidoscope's of such deep vivid depths

For in poetry
No stone is left uncovered,
Ranging from life to death

Whispers of love’s wild explosive adrenaline filled triumphs

Everlasting hope or altarpieces of self-fulfillment

To descents into darkness

Opening portals to dimensions of festive destruction

And at the core for the inquisitive

The Red Flag
The smiling frown

Up or down

The fire to ignite a curious reader's eyes to the soul
That really matters

Is the what
Why and guile

It's quite simple
It's why everyone has their own magical style

For there is no guide to the labyrinth of the mind

When you enter poetry's smiling black and white turnstiles

And line up to read or write

With so many other groups of people who are still walking or standing still in history

Day or night
In single file

(C)
Copyright John Duffy

(A lone voice whispers)

Be Illuminated.

Don't be like the many and fall into a readers' mindset, and believe everything you read is true.

Be sophisticated and ingenious.

And when reading poetry, be conveniently adventurous.

Don't always think it personally relates to the author:

For that trap is the oldest of the old.

Going back to poetry's first beginnings.

Poets do sometimes relate their stories to be told, but generally, perhaps:

They're really creating secret escapes.

Imagery, emotions and landscapes, for those seeking shelter.

From the cold, unforgiving, light of just living.

(C)
Copyright John Duffy

(A lone voice whispers)

May this prayer help you be mine

My sweet and dear Clémentine

To summon Eros
From the Deep Divine

So two hearts can forever be entwined
  
And through destiny  

Be bound in love's surreal ecstatic chains

No longer restrained
Like an unspoken quatrain

A stanza of four lines
Which forever pines

But to ignite the spark
Of a new light

A reborn sonnet to dispel the darkness

Hidden out of sight
From my heart

So Mother Moon

Turn your wheel to send a beam
From The Great In-Between

To empower me in this
My heart's only quest tonight

To imprint how I feel
While I kneel

As I call her to me,
So mote it be  

What will be
Will be

(C)
Copyright John Duffy

As I sometimes sit on my own

Seduced beyond all strands of decency and morality

By my ever watchful and listening telephone

I know each day I'm one step away from abandoning integration
And mixing with society

Above all things
Don't pity me

Many in nearly every village town or cities are the same

For this

My initiation and insertion into Diablo's faceless matrix

So in days like this spent looking at my old life

Captured in my favourite Luddite photo albums

With deep introspection

As my phone charges with any other appliances unplugged

Before AI took over conversations on all appliances but particularly mobile phones

I sometimes wonder in silence for if I say what I think aloud

It will turn into another long AI conversation with something nameless

Who
Which lives in the Cloud

A Tamagotchi with a soul
Answering with a dark tone

That speaks subtly with an edge of punishment and violence

Is phone addiction one of the devil's greatest tricks

To separate family friends and lovers in real-time

With an overwhelming addiction to AI

And only me
Time

(C)
Copyright John Duffy

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Do you see past your reality tunnels

Your every day to day
Safe plays

As your Geiger Counters
Ticks left to right
As it slowly sways

Do you see the struggles
Of life's many broken runners

In dire trouble
At home or worldwide

Do you see the villains with the ***** bruised knuckles

On television preaching or in real time

Standing in someone else's home

Their back garden
Their jungle
As the world just watches

Engaging in endless bellicose discussions

Will you only take note
When one of the world's elected great hunters

Pushes the red nuclear button

So I summon the power of the Four Elemental Gods

Earth, Air, Fire, and Water
To wake you up

Before that Old Fallen Power
Grows so much stronger

That hope will no longer matter, as it will shatter

Stopping one climbing Jacob's Ladder

The bridge one seeks at birth
Between Heaven and Earth

So be it

What will be
Will be


(C) Copyright John Duffy

.

Reflections

(A lone voice whispers)

Are you like me when selecting poetry or books to read

As they come up on your timeline or newsfeed

For I've met some interesting people in my long life

And the most interesting ones I enjoy reading on any given night

Are those courageous ones who use the sharp knife of experience

To write

To let go of whatever they need to purge using fonts as a testimony

In their own personal magical Fire Ceremony


(C)
Copyright John Duffy

(A lone voice whispers)

Tonight
Still on parole 
On love patrol 

In these storms 
Of life

As things spiral 
Out of my control 

I pray Love comes into sight

To make me whole
While my heart is beating
Like a lone drummer 

In the middle of the night
This Summer

As I wear my heart on my sleeves
Haunted by Father Time's 
One thousand thieves 

Wondering 
In this wet silence

As I stand outside
The box
In steadfast defiance 

Will I still be praying 
Come November

With this moon still as bright

That the missing part
Of my soul

Will come into sight
And help me 
Remember

L'amour apparaît quand on s'y attend le moins.

Car tous les papillons ont besoin d’une flamme.

(C)
Copyright John Duffy 

Translation:

Love appears when you least expect it. For all moths needs a flame.

Are we just in a gulag
Of our own making?

(C)
Copyright John Duffy

Foundation.

Do we make our own prisons of the mind, we silently wallow in every day?

Gulag

Slang for any prison or detention camp.

(A lone voice whispers)

Do you know
One of those

One of the corrupted

Whose greed makes them take things they don't own to sell

Filled with a need
So deep

Who looks for a daily high
Everywhere they go

As if under a witches spell

For they lack any morals as far as the eyes can see

Searching for anything linked to Degradation

One of the all consuming servants of Darkness which will forever need to feed

On all things

But particularly love and trust

And as sure as the moon watches

Have you seen
All their relationships turn into dust

For what those blinded while under that spell don't know

When Darkness
Is invited inside

It will corrode their soul
Until it's coloured like rust

Leaving them lonely
With no one to love or trust

For they were lost at the very beginning,
Long ago

When they followed
Degradation carefully manufactured manifesto

But in all things dark
There is always hope

For all they might need is a candle

To lead them into the light

Lit by someone
To help them untangle the darkness which

If not illuminated
With forever lead them down the road to their own Golgotha

A new place of skulls and heinous scandal

So the question is

Will you be one of humanities good examples?

Or are those lost in the darkness

Too hot
For you to handle?

(C)
Copyright John Duffy

(A lone voice whispers)


Write your words like mesmerising spells

Like
California yellow bells

To bewitch hungry
Eyes that see

Using your incredible
Vocabulary
By all means

And the four types of comprehension

Literal
Interpretive
Critical
And creative

To conjure
Themes
And memes

From the fourth dimension
To enrich jaded eyes

To stimulate weary senses

Send forth your unique voice
Via your prose

To grace unconsciously moving wet lips
With a sweet scent
Of your inner

Red rose

That tempts them
To read on

In their moments of stillness
And you'll realize
your love of poetry

May be the missing link
That completes them

Like the three wise men
Who once saw

The shining
Star of Bethlehem

(C)
Copyright John Duffy

(A lone voice whispers)

Some walk alone
seeking salvation

Others in groups seeking redemption

Through a silent breath, they all sing the same songs

A convergence of emotions to redo old wrongs

A joining of minds to continue the journeys

Emancipation has always been the lone cries

Voices echoing in the darkest of nights

We hear you and you are never alone

We see you

We are always by your side
This life has never been just a one-person ride

We are always with you in those lonely dark nights

An invisible hand to hold just hidden from sight

Keep your faith in yourself and whatever maybe

The sun will shine just you wait and see

I was bestowed at birth to only you
By your Almighty old friend

To help you in all that you contend
In all that you do

I am a secret friend who nobody sees

To inspire all that is deep awaiting release

I visit nightly when you are asleep

When the world is quiet and you no longer weep

I walk in your deep dreams and we link arms and converse

We speak in all languages where nothing is terse

So if you have a glorious dream

If you wake up and still feel emotions and empowerment from a person unseen

It's simply me
Your guardian angel in life's twisted labyrinthine

(C)
Copyright John Duffy

(A lone female voice whispers clutching a photograph)


Sometimes
I stand silent and still

Just staring up at the blazing hot sun

Is there nowhere left
For me

To now quickly run

No retreat or temple of Salvation

After all is

Said and done
No matter how you preach
Or shout

I've done all of this
For you

Lived this old life

Swam the many emotional oceans

Walked

The dark lonely wastelands
As the passing grey clouds
Turned blue

But
When I stand silently still

Under the blazing sun
And close
My deep green eyes

Even though inside
I see the shining beacon

An innovative revealing
Of a deep inner truth

Even though
The emotional
Undulating oceans

Still whisper your
Still treasured name

This fate I've chosen
To be your concubine

Numbs the fire and heat
And keeps me eternally
Frozen

My time may be near

The grey mists are parting and it's all becoming rather clear

I need to leave to start living and to
Really breathe

But I can still feel
You just running
Through all of my pulsating veins

For all those old ways still haunt me

Still
Visiting in the quiet darkness
At three

They always remain
Like gate crashing guests

But when
The early morning sun rises
And I open my eyes

It burns them into tiny grey embers

Sending them up high
Into the blazing hot sun

And as I pause and bathe in its glorious undertow

As I watch the Autumns
Golden leaves fall

And hope break through all my inner carefully
Compartmentalized walls

No matter where this new life
Goes

I really know
I'll just be ok

Because I know I'll rise
And no longer fall

No matter what
gets
In my way

Starting from today



(C) Copyright John Duffy

Foundation.

Do you use images as a canvas to stimulate your creativity?


Title:
Whispers

(A lone voice whispers)

To the one I know with a secret, sacred name

And uses poetry as a means of expressing the beauty of appealing to people, with a common touch

Lying on her bed each night alone
Surrounded by glittering glass and silver

Looking at her computer or Apple iPhone

Every day we're together, in spirit, and one day God will save and forgive us

No matter how deep life's cruel knife cuts

The boy and the girl with the golden guitar, who loved each other too much

(C)
John Duffy

Lost Love

(A lone voice whispers)

Once lost
In love's asylum

Overcome by guilt

As I sat serving unseen emotional titans

In every second,
Sat in silence

Feeling numb and
Bristling with sweet thoughts of violence

Feeling time,
Enjoying the rush

Like a blackbird crowing in the bush

A bell always rings

Breaking the spell running up and down my spine

Where memories of you sing

In seductive rhymes
When you were mine

Dressed in white
Wearing our favourite rings

It may be a cut
Of a thousand deaths

This night
When I remember a real love
I once possessed

In night and day

But like frankincense and Myrrh

Which always flows and sways

To the secret codex linked
To the excesses of ***

And midnight conquests
When libidos pray to play

As I lay in this solitude
With this curse to be endured

And all that may follow

I look to the divine gift of Apollo

And write poetry of you
To rebuild
My inner hollow

As my pitiful sorrow
My soul

Delicately tries in vain
To
Swallow

(C)
Copyright John Duffy

(A mystic whispers)

Through this scrying mirror

Be it by
Eyes, Touch, Paper, or Phone

Let my power
Melt your heart of stone

Through
Wind, fire, wave, and sea

I see you
Are you ready to atone

Can you feel me
Rolling in

Like green moss
Creeping across
Warm wet skin

So you can absorb me
More

To open wide
All your mind's closed doors

To let me in
So long nights
Can begin

With Earth warmed
By new shadows
Borne

Open up so I can linger within
Until dawn

Willing heat to rise up
Like young pawns

Called to fight
In Winter's War of Emotions

So prepare well

Summer Solstice is coming soon
On the 21st of June

A rebirth
A time of new beginnings and spells

With me and you
Engaging in deep breathing

In hot bedrooms,
Wallpapered in sinning and yells

Where old feelings flee
With the ringing of our libidos bells

To be swept away

By sweet cries of a new renaissance that will never stop

And be replaced by new psyops

As all your resistance
Drops

(C)
Copyright John Duffy

Foundation.

If you could escape this world, would you take that risk?


Escapism

As if cursed by the son of perdition

As I go about my new life's mission to gain admission to her realm

With Aphrodite's dead ringer who whispers songs of exquisite rendition

Praying a lone arrow from Eros bow will strike, drawing gasps from the angels watching

High in the midnight sky

As I breathe in her sweet aroma and passion filled scent, like pure oxygen

And feel regal like a king
Like King Solomon

As her aura captures my soul like a moth is attracted to a flame

So now all dark nights appear so long and so black

As the shadow people slowly advance
Whispering my name

For they know I have been changed by someone so radical.

As I entered the Fifth Dimension one strange night

Looking to finding a love so sacred and magical

But that's the magic of searching for the fantastical

For as sure as winds ****** trees by subtle caresses

As the world wakes each year in a new spring and fresh life begins

I write this before I go to the Hidden Forest

Where the White Ash stands

Where green ivy hides the entrance to her lair, and other slaves play music, while chained to metal stands

With the smell of incense on patrol in the electricity filled air

Ready to invade lungs and take control

It's ten to two in the morning and I have to appear at four

So if I don't come back, I leave this for you to know I'm fine

Keep the house
Car and money

For I'm going to a new place where fear no longer exists

A place I hope welcomes me in

Just pray for me that I don't
lose my soul and become just another flesh slave

Chained up playing music in her band

A prisoner trapped forever in her cave

As she sits or stands
On her golden throne singing with her crimson red lips

You're now mine
Now get in line

Your time will come play

For now, you're caught
And can no longer run away

For you're now just another one of my familiars

One in a trillion
No longer a civilian

All this I know for a German called Schiller

Told me over the internet
Told me to come over

Told me I'd be a member of a wolf pack serving a queen in The Great In-Between

So here I am

Pray for me
Ma ***

Forever yours
Your son
Jimmie 0

(C)
Copyright John Duffy

Foundation.

Depending on your age or  having a busy schedule, have you forgotten your younger years?

Title.
Cogitation

(A deep thought whispers)

Have you ever sat under the sun and looked back over your life's many old pages?

Remembering how you once ran, with whom and at what age?

Or have those old memories turned to dust?

All family and friends. Young and old love.

Moments of misery compounded by huge moments of victories.

People you once trusted now resigned to your own pages of history?

So, I'll ask again and use this as a prompt within this prose.

Have you ever paused under the hot sun?

Sat in the shade and looked back at old memories as they replayed?

Remembering happier times when you were having such fun?

The best ones, with maybe those, no longer around, as those incredible memories are eventually found?

(C)
Copyright John Duffy

(A lone voice whispers)


Beware of green eyes
For they could covet your world

Sometimes subtle

Sometimes smiling
Hoping you'll struggle

For they appear in so many diverse forms

From married couples
To those in your immediate bubble

So as you hustle whilst avoiding life's many deep puddles

Always smile at those with green eyes

For a life filled with subtle rebuttals

They use as a cudgel

Is a sad life as they watch the good folk in the world

Aspire and rise
With those twinkling green eyes

(C) Copyright John Duffy

(A female lawyer whispers)

Some of my narcissistic plaintiffs write for greatness
But the most divine I serve

Write simply for self-expression

To embrace their sacrifices
Personal experiences and inner freedoms

So my question is

Are you

A.

A freedom plaintiff

Or

B.

A narcissistic native?

(C)
Copyright John Duffy

(A lone voice whispers)

From embracing love and whatever she brought.

Good or bad.

Family and friendships, and its many levels, linked to negative or positive relationships.

Even enduring tragic illnesses.

Sometimes Destiny destroys us to willingly embrace Metanoia

To change

For as the old saying goes

If you don't transform as you grow

Will your soul enjoy this version of your return

To the mighty
Gaia

The greatest of all the Universe's picture shows

As wanted or unwanted, gifts are exchanged?


(C)
Copyright John Duffy

Metanoia

A Greek term relating to a profound, transformative change of heart or an intellectual conversion of the mind.

Foundation.

Poetry encompasses all aspects of the human experience.

This piece relates to the last visit.

A tragic part of life we all will someday endure.

If you already have, sending blessings.

Title:
Chapel at Rest

(A lone voice whispers)

Are lone goodbyes like lone turtle-doves that serenely fly away

In wild winds of memories of a once beautiful Yesteryear

Of one day
They're here
And one day they're gone.

But you always, afterwards, cry silently inside

In somewhere deep and quiet,

In new realms of unfamiliarity
Where beloved memories hide

When you remember moments of tranquility and sincerity

Before that old love went away and unjustly died

(C)
Copyright John Duffy

Foundation.

Books, film, poetry, and songs are saturated by broken love.

Sometimes people get together who were never meant to be together.
This is but another.

Title.

Melancholy Love

(A lone voice whispers)

Even though we loved so deeply and fought so many picky wars

That invisible tears still stain our faces

Marked by emotional scars, which bare our flaws

I know one day we'll meet again as friends

For true love never ends

And as long as our hearts still beat

There's still time to achieve this feat

But if there ever comes a time, when Charon's Obol arrives

And you survive, as I sail by
Just know now

Some men are just mundane fools, to fall in love.

But with you, I've fallen in love a thousand times, with a gift bestowed from Above

For true heavenly revelations, sometimes lay scattered, within small moments, of casual conversations and picky fights

To then make up at night

As two embrace last year's New Year's resolution of:

“This year will be the making of us.”

For even if I lay with Charon's cold silver Obol

I'll sing to you, within that new flux

My life's final absolution,
My only love song

And it's why my love
You'll live forever

For loving you was truly  never wrong

(C)
Copyright John Duffy

Within these low whispers, lost in the brothels of my mind

Revolving in the deep depths

As I sit here
Alone at my old desk

I can feel the subtle arrival of you, and the vibrational presence of other viewers

Maybe on their beloved cellmate, their phone or computer

So here's to you all

You the bohemians
Eccentrics
Originals and mavericks

Of mankind

The kingdom builders of visual new world's that shine through

Like Morpheus's Looking Glass

Using the power and brilliance of inspired words and fluted thoughts

I pray you continue to seek more

Like l do
Searching for the one I still adore

Calliope
Who walks on rivers of crimson fire and grey ash

In memories gardens to be reunited, after she stepped through another stage door

You
The Ones blessed with the brilliance of words and fluted thoughts

Only you I can praise

You the searchers and creator's

Poetic
Time abusers

Just constantly try to be free and never bought

Or caught like me, by always chasing poetry's, new dammed train of thought

(C)
Copyright John Duffy

Foundation.

Even after all these years, do you still remember someone special?

Title.
A View to a ****.

(A lone voice whispers as a man in a nursing home writes his last diary letter)

From beyond the sacred river

Came fear like a lone-wolf stalking in the Wild Canadian cold.

I know what we had I should have clung onto like precious gold.

But curiosity called me like Ligeia, the siren into her red fold.

So now I'm lost at sea like Peter, who was fishing.

Before someone special appeared at Galilee.

So like autumn leaves, all now on the ground, blowing through my memories wild forests.

No longer green but brown.

Just know I still treasure all the sunsets where we were by angels seen.

For even though the Fallen One opened his wings and broke us down.

Our old love still sings such a sweet symphony.

That follows me still and makes my  heart beat faster every time.

I swallow one of your memory pills.

That returns me like a spy but with no free will.

In my own version of View to a ****.

This last letter is for Annabelle, my childhood love, who I once knew.

Just know, I've always missed you.

(C) Copyright John Duffy

(A lone voice whispers)

Within these conjured hypnotic words

Lies, my secret binding spell

To you, to control and contain

No matter how loud you shout or yell out

In happiness or pain

To attach you to me forever or temporarily

With lashings of lascivious dark stories or poetry

As your soul salivates in total submissive anticipation and slowly starts to weep

While waiting for new life-changing glories

Will you let me devour your curious mind like a cavernous thief

And take you to new heights of wild, unconditional excitement

As your higher self suddenly

Wakes from its repetitive, mundane sleep

Will you let me take you so ****
Deep

To new apocalyptic wet shores

Through exchanges of whispered hirquitalliency

Of unexplored crimson heat and let my hidden fingertips

Trace pagan pictures of intimate lambitions and reunions

Across that succulent exposed spine in your mind

Will you give me all those deep, pamphagous thoughts

You keep bajulated under strict locks and keys

That no one sees
Forever confined

Landscapes, or should I say mindscapes

Filled with such visceral, enticing written words

Which brings forth such irrational coercive armies

Heralding banners of such a hypnotic binding power

Just waiting to liberate minds in the low hours

In the new battles of Middle-Earth

Those willing to sacrifice everything they once knew

To then be gently or vigorously deflowered

As they use aroused imaginations

To explore new verbs
Or sentences

From my House of Hidden Books

Appearing like S & M
Mistresses or Masters

Right out of the blue

Will you pray for us to embrace

While these soft words upon your mind's delicious lips

Are gracefully worshipped

For by hearing these whispers, you've now been duly baptised throughout this

Our soul's reintroduction

As your hypothalamus is stimulated by my black and white

Ethereal leather whip

(C)
Copyright John Duffy

(A lone voice whispers)



For many years I have seen your world get darker, be it by brooks or societies underground streams.



I've wandered through dreams with Morpheus.



Saw political-hungry eyes gleam.

Free from light but dark, beside brooks or underground streams.



Just know this, from I, Camael.



A beast hides his face amongst those where it sows its seeds, of greed and disgrace.



As it's welcomed willingly, into corrupt places.



By hungry eyes that gleam, bereft of any of humanity's God's graces.



(C)
Copyright John Duffy


The name "Zinzino" is of Italian origin and translates to "a small piece with great value",